In the Sunk Lands — page 27: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

16 IN THE SUNK LANDS. hunt, 1 heard the faint hum of their conver- sation. At last Mr. Jimmerson went away, be- stowing a very knowing wink on me as he was shown through the office by Mr. Roberts. ‘“< Steve |” ‘*’Yes, sir.” ‘“T’m going home now,” continued Mr. Roberts, drawing on his shabby overcoat. ‘‘ Jimmerson will be back about five. Give him this package of money, and tell him by all means, to use it sparingly.”’ And with a tight grip on his umbrella and a groan at the thought of paying out so much, Mr. Roberts departed. I placed the money, which was inclosed -inan old envelope—Mr. Roberts was too parsimonious to use a new one—on the desk, by the side of a set of old books 3 that had been taken from the vault to look up an old account. Mr. Jimmerson did not come. After waiting until patience was exhaust- ed, I closed the books, put them away in the vault, donned my overcoat and went home, forgetful of the fact that the envelope ‘Eomicbooks coir